Emma Roswell Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

We’re Sorry!

And there’s this random oddity – the old abandoned mill on 3rd Biscayne Road. Completely overgrown and defiant, just standin’ there like it owns the place. I always say, "Look at that, ya clueless muck – even the ruins got more soul than half the posh spots in town!"

Officer shoots man during confrontation at Roswell car dealership